Show Me Missouri (Remastered)

Midtempo at 89 BPM, this modern country-rock song opens with steady acoustic guitar and a restrained kick-snare groove, Electric guitar layers in subtly with tasteful lead licks, Verse instrumentation remains tight—acoustic, bass, and light percussion—building into the chorus where electric guitars expand with twang and overdrive, drums grow more dynamic, and harmonized backing vocals add lift, A bold electric solo bridges to a bridge section that dials down for emotional emphasis, then drives back into a final, anthemic chorus before ending on an intimate repeat of the hook

V4.5

(Verse 1)
In this land of Missouri, the hills rise and fall,
Not high, not sharp — just steady.
The rivers move through like they’re thinking,
Taking their time around every bend.

There’s moss growin'  on the stone,
Gravel in the clear creek beds,
Sycamores with trunks as pale as bone.
The beauty’s not loud — but it’s all there.

(Chorus)
Show me the people who look you in the eyes,
Proud and solid, like the land they stand on.
Their faith is quiet, but it runs like a river,
Carrying them through everything they’ve known.

They don’t need to prove anything,
But you know they’ve earned it all.
If you want to see what beauty looks like,
Come to Missouri,
It’ll show you STRONG.....

(Verse 2)
Fields patch the land like old quilts —
Not perfect, but nothing wasted.
A mailbox stands at the end of a long drive,
Its red flag up in the sun.

There’s a man turning seed in his palm.
He’s not in a hurry,
And he’s not alone.
Even the quiet feels full out here.

(Chorus)
Show me the people who look you in the eyes,
Proud and solid, like the land they stand on.
Their faith is quiet, but it runs like a river,
Carrying them through everything they’ve known.

They don’t need to prove anything,
But you know they’ve earned it all.
If you want to see what beauty looks like,
Come to Missouri, 
It’ll show you STRONG.............

(Bridge)
The road curves like it trusts the land
To take the lead.
And I’m starting to understand
Why nothing here needs fixing
To feel complete.

(Final Chorus)
Show me the people who look you in the eyes,
Proud and solid, like the land they stand on.
Their faith is quiet, but it runs like a river,
Carrying them through everything they’ve known.

They don’t need to prove anything,
But you know they’ve earned it all.
If you want to see what beauty looks like,
Come to Missouri,
It’ll show you STRONG...........

If this ain't what lasting looks like,
Then show me............
Show me.........yeah Show me
(fade out)

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(Verse 1) In this land of Missouri, the hills rise and fall, Not high, not sharp — just steady. The rivers move through like they’re thinking, Taking their time around every bend. There’s moss growin' on the stone, Gravel in the clear creek beds, Sycamores with trunks as pale as bone. The beauty’s not loud — but it’s all there. (Chorus) Show me the people who look you in the eyes, Proud and solid, like the land they stand on. Their faith is quiet, but it runs like a river, Carrying them through everything they’ve known. They don’t need to prove anything, But you know they’ve earned it all. If you want to see what beauty looks like, Come to Missouri, It’ll show you STRONG..... (Verse 2) Fields patch the land like old quilts — Not perfect, but nothing wasted. A mailbox stands at the end of a long drive, Its red flag up in the sun. There’s a man turning seed in his palm. He’s not in a hurry, And he’s not alone. Even the quiet feels full out here. (Chorus) Show me the people who look you in the eyes, Proud and solid, like the land they stand on. Their faith is quiet, but it runs like a river, Carrying them through everything they’ve known. They don’t need to prove anything, But you know they’ve earned it all. If you want to see what beauty looks like, Come to Missouri, It’ll show you STRONG............. (Bridge) The road curves like it trusts the land To take the lead. And I’m starting to understand Why nothing here needs fixing To feel complete. (Final Chorus) Show me the people who look you in the eyes, Proud and solid, like the land they stand on. Their faith is quiet, but it runs like a river, Carrying them through everything they’ve known. They don’t need to prove anything, But you know they’ve earned it all. If you want to see what beauty looks like, Come to Missouri, It’ll show you STRONG........... If this ain't what lasting looks like, Then show me............ Show me.........yeah Show me (fade out)

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